I AM A WANDERING WAIF
44No one of my own
No where do I belong
No home have I known,
Each night I wander off to be
Every night I sleep beneath the tree
I dream on that I am strolling along
And will not wake at dawn.
Some nights I will sleep
On the soft green lawn
Comforted by the sounds
Of the old stream gone
Some nights I will sleep
And will not wake at dawn.
One night when all the world
Had gone to sleep
I kept awake my mind a blur
Wondering where I should be
To capture that elusive dream
Would it be under yon tree?
Then one night I fell asleep
on the graveyard chapel stoop
who will wonder I be?
So sound asleep and in peace I am
Dreaming of that never land.
Dreams of home and comforts
that shall never be
In traversing the interval
No body wanted me
Nor shall they make me
Or Discover or see me
as Mystique as the Mona Lisa
Michael Angelo's art so famous
I am just a wandering waif.
Comments
Some times we all feel the way your character feels. If only we could express our feelings enough things will be better, great poem sylvia.
To Abhinaya my friend, I always have wondered what it would be to be without, when we have enjoyed everything and more and still are not satisfied and crave for more. We fill our homes and lives with knick knacks we take a fancy to only to lay dust covered till it is thrown out... How much more would the cost of that silly object have bought those 'someones' who are without... We waste too much.
Thank you for your comment and interest.
The best to you,
Sylvia
To Vijayanths my friend, how are you? You say that "Some times we all feel the way my character feels" in a sense yes. My character is a simple being who has not experienced the pleasures of the affluent world, nor taken a glimpse. Yet he/she is carefree, with no responsibilities to worry about.
"If only we could express our feelings enough things will be better" but to whom do we express these feelings? We will never be satisfied so long as we entertain those cravings. We have to learn how to be satisfied with what we are lucky enough to have bestowed on us...
the best to you always,
Sylvia
hi i am Ali male 26 from in canada i am looking for waif nice life with me in canada but i like have girl sexy
Ooola la you've come to the wrong place my son!
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Abhinaya says:
2 years ago
Wonderful poem Sylvia.I guess that's how life is....quite depressing at times.Thanks for sharing.